Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off novel Chapter 677

Chapter 677: Chapter 677: The Forest’s Chosen One

Xiao Jin blinked his massive golden eyes, his fluffy ears drooping low to play the victim. He let out a soft, pitiful, "Mew..." before burying his chubby little face deep into Su Qinglan’s chest.

However, beneath his fluffy coat, his bright golden eyes secretly peeked back toward the old spiritual plant. They sparkled with pure greed. That leaf... was honestly delicious!

It was much tastier and sweeter than any of the ordinary forest leaves he had chewed on before. If Mama wasn’t watching, he really, ’really’ wanted another bite.

Shi Feng watched the entire scene play out helplessly.

Then, he looked down at his own son, the corner of his mouth twitching in sheer disbelief.

His son was a lion beastman cub! He was supposed to grow up tearing prey apart and chewing on bloody, raw meat.

So... why on earth was his cub obsessed with chewing on a plant?

Shi Feng let out a heavy sigh, rubbing his temples. "...I really don’t know who he inherited this bizarre habit from."

Meanwhile, the old spiritual plant almost exploded from sheer offense.

"Yellow leaf?!" He puffed up all his foliage, vibrating with rage.

"You’re the yellow one! I’m still a vibrant, youthful green! I’m young! I’m healthy! I’m not some old, withered houseplant!" His leaves angrily swayed back and forth, demanding respect.

An Mo finally couldn’t watch the ridiculous bickering anymore.

Without warning...’Whoosh!’ He reached out and snatched the canvas bag hanging from one of the old plant’s thick branches.

"My bag!" the old spiritual plant shrieked, immediately rushing forward.

"No! Give it back!" He desperately flailed his vines to hold onto it, but unfortunately, compared to An Mo’s overwhelming strength, he was as weak as a tiny sprout.

With one casual pull, the bag left his grasp. The old spiritual plant nearly cried.

"My family!"

An Mo calmly turned the magical bag upside down over the smooth floorboards. He gave it a firm shake.

Shake. Shake. Shake.

Plop.

A tiny spiritual plant fell out, rolling across the room. Then another.

Plop. Plop. Plop.

One after another, a whole horde of tiny spiritual plants tumbled out of the spatial sack and rolled across the floor. One, Two, Five, Ten, Fifteen! The once-spacious room instantly became incredibly crowded with rustling greenery.

Su Qinglan and Shi Feng stared in complete shock. "So many..." she breathed.

Among them were Little Hua’s worried parents and her fifteen cousins. One by one, all of them tumbled into a dizzy pile on the floor.

Plop.

A very familiar, small, delicate figure rolled out at the very end. It was Little Hua. She lay there entirely quietly, still deep in her unconscious state.

Su Qinglan’s pupils shrank to pinpricks. "Little Hua!" Without another thought, she stuffed the fluffy little Xiao Jin straight into Xi Feng’s arms.

"Catch him."

Shi Feng instinctively caught his heavy son, blinking in surprise.

Meanwhile, Su Qinglan hurried over to the pile, dropping to her knees. She gently lifted Little Hua’s fragile stem into her warm arms, her face filled with profound worry.

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